Young Adult Fiction Read
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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call me Ishmael some years ago. Never mind how long, Precisely having little or no money in my purse and nothing particular to interest me on shore. I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses and bringing up the rear of every funeral I'd meet. And especially whenever my hypos gets such an upper hand of me that is required a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street and methodologically knocking people's hats off. Then I account it is high time to get to the sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish, Kato throws himself upon a sword I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising to this if they but knew it. Almost all men and their degree sometime or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me there now is your insular city of Manhattan, US belted round by war visas, Indian Isles by coral reefs. Commerce surrounds it with her surf right and left the streets. Take you water word. It's extreme. Downtown is the battery where the noble Moelis, washed by waves and cooled by breezes, which is a few hours previous, were out of sight of land. Look at the crowd of water geysers there.